Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now
look here! Let me think it all out!”
For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position
in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost
unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for
even a foothold in the world. The moment
she entered the room and he rose, she felt that she was immediately consigned to
the circle of strangers; and it emptied her heart of its joy and filled it with
diffidence. . . In Darrell's open features, frankness and honour were written in
legible characters; while, in Jack's physiognomy, cunning and knavery were as
strongly imprinted. "You are the son of Sir
Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. "An
American. “Or I know another one who wears cologne. “I’m not that beautiful. Three times he uttered a phrase:
"A djinn in a blue-serge coat!"
And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in
damnation.
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